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Pagan Poetry - Wanderer

Photographer Mira Nedyalkova


Perhaps it is time to go to the sea For there always was too much of the dreamer in me With a heart of sand that was slipping away As I headed deep out into the bay And I stay Singing songs that time once forgot Setting a course that I know I can’t plot And the dreamer she whispers don’t give in But a lifetime of battles I never could win And I stay And the rain kisses my forehead As my feet bleed against the rocky sea bed Just another wanderer lost in her sleep With all the promises life could not keep

And I stay And I stay

-Joanne Morris 2017

All my own work all rights reserved

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